A Star For Rob

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A Star For Rob

Status: Draft

A Star For Rob

Book by: k.l.warzala

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Genre: Romance

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

 

 

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

Author Chapter Note


Revised 9/4 I took some advice and rewrote a little of this. I hope it reads smoother. Thanks for reading! All of the comments are deeply appreciated. Edited 11/29/21

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Los Angeles, CA--1974

Rob Starre stood bathed in sweat and glared at his image in the dressing room mirror. The fine wrinkles around his eyes and mouth appeared more prominent with each performance. He tried to smile to see if they would disappear, but they didn’t, and it only proved to him he was no longer eighteen.

He ran his fingers through his thick mane of brown hair. Barely visible strands of gray streaked through it. A long time ago, his hair had been a source of pride. Now it appeared to be aging, too. Thank God his hair was still long and shining and he had not gone bald like most men his age.

At twenty-eight, Rob felt as if he'd lived a lifetime and he was suddenly exhausted.

He wanted a drink. He needed a Valium.

Where the hell was D?

"I'm getting too old for this shit," he said to his reflection.

The tight shirt restricted his breathing, the pants chaffed his balls. He couldn't wear these clothes onstage. He could hardly catch his breath now, let alone hit notes his fans expected of him. Rob’s biggest claim to fame was the high harmonies and lead vocals he could hold longer than anyone else in the music business. He had to be able to breathe.

Rob's anger turned to fury and in one swift movement, he yanked the thin shirt off his back, shredding the material. Buttons flew in every direction. "Fuck this!" He hurled it to the floor, turned from the mirror, opened the dressing room door, and peered out.

"D!" he shouted to the empty hallway. There was no sign of his bodyguard. "Shit," he swore.

Dropping into a chair, he pressed a cool hand to his forehead. He was still sweating profusely. His heart thudded against his ribs. The pandemonium upstairs told him his time had run out. He needed D to talk him down.

His fingers snaked across the vanity countertop and found the phone. Pulling it to him with shaking fingers, he lifted the receiver and dialed her number from memory.

Please be there!

She answered on the third ring. 

"Help me," he whispered.

"What is it now, Rob?" The exasperation was clear in her voice.

"I'm dying!"

"You're not dying." 

"I can't breathe!"

"You're having an anxiety attack. You need to relax. Did you take your meds?"

"Aw, Christ.” He knew this old lecture by heart, had been hearing it for years, whenever his anxiety reached a level he couldn’t control. “I can't write a decent song when I'm taking that crap.”

“You need to get on a schedule, Rob.”

“How am I supposed to do that? I don’t even know what city I’m in anymore, they all look alike.”

She lowered her voice, and he knew she was gearing up for more of the same. She always spoke to him as if he were a child and he hated her for it.

"Rob, you have to stay on the pills for them to work. You can't stop them when you feel better. The whole point of taking medication is to keep your outbursts under control."

He opened his mouth and hit her with the usual excuses. "I can't keep the days straight when I'm on tour. They kill my memory. I was due on stage ten minutes ago! I'm not sure where I put the damn pills, and I don't have time to look."

He heard her heavy sigh through the receiver. "Where's D?"

"I don't know!"

"Christ.” She swore under her breath. “Listen to me. Concentrate on my voice."

"Okay, okay."

"No, not okay, okay, Rob. You're not listening. We've been through this before. Close your eyes, picture my face. Can you see me?"

He leaned his head back against the dresser and closed his eyes. Her face was clear in his mind. "Yes."

"Now take a breath, as deep as you can. Blow it out slowly."

"I’m trying.”

“You’re not. I can hear you fighting for breath. Keep your eyes on me and take one more breath, a little deeper this time."

He did as he was told, taking the air into his lungs. It hurt and made him want to cough. But he couldn’t have a coughing spell right now. He would lose his voice.

"Take another breath. How are you feeling?"

"A little better."

"Let the tension flow upward, up through your body, and out the top of your head."

He felt his lungs loosen and his heart slow.

"Any better?"

"I think so. You should have gone to medical school."

"Yeah, sure," she said. "Keep that up for a few more minutes. You'll be fine."

"I'm already late."

She gave a short laugh. "The fans will wait. They've waited for you before. You're a star, remember?"

"I love you."

"I know you do, Rob."

He heard the catch in her voice. It had been this way ever since their divorce ten years ago.

"I love you, too, and I always will. Now go out there and kick some ass."


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